#and I have not been treated right by a single one

[love-byers]

i fear no byler quote will make me more unhinged than:

"You guys think he's okay?"

"He's always weird when he has to go in."

"I don't know. He's quiet today."

"He's always quiet."

"..."

LIKE HOLY FUCK

the amount of depth this scene adds to mike and will's relationship despite only being a few seconds long is INSANE. my film student oomf @reo-bylerwagon has told me that it's a real strategy to find the exact right wording that adds this depth. there's only so many lines and so many scenes, so every last bit has to count towards something.

there is so much here

1. mike being closest to the camera while the others hang back

2. mike's expression being more concerned than the others

3. "you guys think he's okay?"

dustin is worried about his friend, but he's unsure. he seeks out lucas and mike's opinions.

4. "he's always weird when he has to go in."

lucas has noticed that will is noticeably different on days he has to go to the lab. but he reassures dustin. this is expected. will is always a bit off on days he knows he has to go in, because he hates it.

5. "i don't know. he's quiet today."

mike isn't so sure. will isn't acting the way he always does on the lab days. there's something else. he's noticeably quieter. mike suspects that this isn't just because of the lab, that maybe will isn't okay.

6. "he's always quiet."

lucas knew will was acting weird, but he didnt notice any difference in how quiet he was being. will is always quiet. that's just who he is. that's not a factor in his weird behavior, at least to lucas.

will is always quiet. every day. he is a quiet person.

there are several layers here that make it difficult to notice these shifts in will's behavior. he is a naturally quiet person. there is a known explanation for why he acts weird on certain days. and this is one of those days. no one else thought will was outside of his norm.

but still, somehow, mike knew that wasn't it. he noticed that will was acting different even on the day where he ALWAYS acts different. he noticed that will was being slightly quieter than usual even though he is ALWAYS quiet every single day. he knew this was new behavior. he knew there was something else going on.

but he doesn't voice this, he just watches will silently from behind the fence, clearly deep in thought. he's worried.

i'm sorry but why shove it down our throats that mike is more attentive to will than his other friends and clearly cares for him more and wants to protect him just for it to all mean absolutely nothing in the end? he is even more attentive to will than he is to el.

like how are they going to explain mike's behavior? cause like they still have to do that

"will is just his best friend" there's a whole scene in s1 where mike says they're ALL his best friends

"he's known will the longest" he also says he doesn't treat his friends any differently because of how long he's known them

literally what else is there?? is will just his extra special platonic bro soulmate???

ok so will was misled by mike's attentive caring and supportive behavior that was exclusive to him and developed romantic feelings. and mike is like that...just cause. this whole plot was just a tool to help will realize his sexuality and he'll get over mike and mlvn will be endgame.

a few problems with that...

WILL HAS BEEN BULLIED AND ABUSED AND CALLED GAY/GAY SLURS HIS WHOLE LIFE. unfortunately, and fellow queer people will understand, it's easier to come to terms with what you are when it's been spouted in your face your whole life. if wills love for mike was just to help the audience understand that he's gay, what was the point of all the homophobic abuse and hate crimes and all that? just cause? alright. noah has said will realized his feelings for mike "later on" but quickly cut himself off. will realized his FEELINGS, not his sexuality. will wasn't crying in the van because he doesn't want to be gay, or because he's coming to terms with the fact that he's gay. he was crying because he is deeply in love with someone who he thinks will never love him back. this isn't about self acceptance. will has accepted himself. he's accepted what he is. he's accepted his feelings for mike. that's not the problem. that's not why he's hurting. he's hurting because she's he's heartbroken.

like i'm sorry but it's ridiculous to pretend like you don't see how anything besides byler endgame makes 0 sense. bc it really doesn't and you don't even have to be a writer to see it

[starlightshadowsworld]

I need more acknowledgment about how the Port Mafia thinks the Agency is fucking insane.

The Agency are like 8 people who have banded together to protect the city and fuck up anyone who gets in there way.

They treat being raided like it’s paperwork. A former teacher kicks their arses and is re-adjusting the budget while the teenage farm boy is happily throwing them out a window.

They are not bound by the law though they’ve worked with law enforcement. They are bound by their own morality and for some thats not even a hard line to cross.

Junichiro with a knife will always be the most terrifying person in a room. Kenji has the entire city eating out of his hand.

Yosano could make the most hardened torturer look like a child without even trying.

Kunikida is bound by his morals but even then he’s shown how far he’ll go for them. Hell every time he’s blown himself up has been witnessed by Chuuya.

Atsushi’s first boat fight with Akutugawa sent the latter into a coma people didn’t think he’d ever awaken from.

Every single member of the Agency is untouchable in some way. They all get up from what should’ve killed them.

They dust themselves off and smirk as if to say “is that all you’ve got?”

They are the living embodiment of fuck it we ball.

The Port Mafia are bound by their own rules. They have systems and are bound to the organisation itself. If one falls it they will move on despite that.

The Agency follow Fukuzawa. They are bound by loyalty and personal bonds. They will always try to do things the right way but they aren’t above doing what needs to be done.

Especially when it concerns one of their own.

That’s not to say the Port Mafia don’t have such bonds but the most important thing to them is the organisation and the city.

While for the Agency it will always be each other and the city because that’s what the organisation was built upon.

The Port Mafia were surprised when it seemed the entire Agency came to protect the President in the Cannibalism arc.

But they shouldn’t have been.

They are terrifying because they are few and yet they stand among even the darkest of organisations as equals.

Because they know darkness and yet they shine in the light.

[esotericbluntbaby]

confined

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: being mandy's best friend, you were ecstatic to be her maid-of-honor, only to realize that the best man was your ex. wounds reopen when you realize you're stuck with him in more ways than one.

mentions: nsfw/smut (no p in v, but moreso oral fixations..?) , angst, both of you are lowk assholes, forced proximity, hurt/comfort, happy ending, she/her pronouns, reader wears glasses, ex! hamzah

--

"he's right next door," she took the ice bucket from the counter in front of you two, "i can go get the ice if you want."

mandy was treating you like you were fine china during an earthquake: shattered, fragile, and delicate to the touch.

you and her have been best friend since past lives, finding each other in every single life you've lived. she understood you as well as you understood her, leading to a bond that was irreplaceable and youthful. so, when she asked you to be her maid-of-honor the day after martin proposed to her, you obviously checked the "yes" box of the letter she gave you. you liked martin for her; after seeing her get her heart broken by immature high schoolers a couple years ago and middle schoolers even before that, you took solace in the fact that martin genuinely cared about her in a way that radiates in the kindness he treats her with.

during this time, you and hamzah also had a bond as strong as you and mandy's. hanging out with mandy led to martin joining the hangouts, which led to hamzah joining after martin realized how lonely it must've felt to have both of your closest friends date and show their affection in front of their single friend.

throughout the hangouts, you and hamzah's relationship slowly emerged from the love that festered around you two. it was almost as if mandy and martin's emotions somehow spread into the emotions located between you and hamzah, leading to him admitting his emotions a couple of days after valentines day.

though mandy and martin got their fairytale-esque, happy "ending" in the form of a wedding, you and hamzah's fate was much more melancholy; compared to the love story you both witnessed, you and hamzah's story turned into shakespearean tragedy.

you and hamzah's relationship ended after 11 months; specifically, one month before things would have gotten to the "serious" stage. he broke up with you because he wasn't ready for things to get serious yet, as if it wasn't already. he acted as if you didn't pour the inners of your heart out to him whenever you'd whisper sweet everythings into his ear. he acted as if he didn't watch you as you slept with a look of pure bliss and engagement apparent in his eyes. you, on the other hand, acted as if it wasn't a big deal; you were never one for showing people how you feel. the people who understood you already knew that. needless to say, you and hamzah's current status was one that was ignored by the both of you. the existence of your emotions towards each other resided somewhere in the lower valleys of your heart and souls, holding on by a mere thread.

a three years ago, you would've been overjoyed with the fact that you'd be walking down the aisle with him as the last couple before mandy walked down with her father in her hand. however, with how unexpected the breakup was, nobody could have prepared the emotions that you would go through the week in the wedding.

the conversation you and mandy were having was currently in your shared hotel room which, ironically, had a single door and wall separating you from hamzah and martin. before it started storming out, mandy had gotten a glass of champagne she wanted to share with you before the wedding in three days. wanting to chill the bottle in ice first, you were conversing about who was going to go and get it from the machine.

you took the bucket from her arm, "no, it's okay. didn't martin say he needed to talk to you about your floral arrangements?"

"still, like, i wouldn't want you to just go out and possibly run into him before you're ready. we still have three days to prepare for that."

you sighed, "i don't care if i run into him, somehow. it's whatever at this point."

mandy's eyebrows furrowed slightly with worry, "are you sure you're okay with walking down the aisle with him? i get if you're uncomfortable- i can change the order, or, something-"

"mandy," you took your hands and firmly reassured her by placing them on her shoulders, "it's okay. i'll be okay. go talk to martin, i'll be back."

"okay, be safe. text me if you need anything."

--

going to the ice machine on the 9th floor, you turned the corner and walked towards the buzzing noise. the lighting of the hallways were fluorescent, with a hint of warmth in each lamp beside each door. the windows showed raindrops racing down the crevices of transparency; you could hear thunder very faintly in the background of the buzzing. reaching the ice machine, you read a sign on it written in thick, black sharpie.

broken! do not use! working ice machine on the first floor!

you looked at the map and, sighing, you walked back to the elevator and pressed the down arrow, waiting patiently for it to get to you. after hearing the ding of the elevator and watching the stainless steel doors open, you entered as your finger made it to the buttons on the side. pressing the first floor button, you stood in silence.

a part of you had been thinking about seeing hamzah this whole trip. though the other part of you hated him for how he ended things with you over some excuse, you also didn't want your best friend's wedding to be tense and full of resentment. then again, your plan was to simply walk with him and then separate for the rest of the trip and, eventually, the rest of your life. the part of you that thought about seeing hamzah was also the part of you that missed how dorky and lame he was; that was also the part of you that missed how he tasted and felt, skin to skin.

your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the ding of the door, revealing an ice machine conveniently right in front of you. taking the bucket, you placed it beneath the spout and pressed the button to fill it. suddenly, a clap of thunder caused you to jolt; you hated loud noises. you were beginning to regret leaving the hotel room.

quickly closing the bucket, you mimicked the opposite of your earlier actions: you pressed the up arrow, got in, and pressed the 9th button. you were planning on waiting patiently, once again, for the elevator ride to go smoothly. there was no one else in the elevator with you, meaning that you were free from awkward conversations with middle aged men. however, the door slid open once again and revealed the face you weren't planning on seeing tonight.

you knew hamzah liked going to the gym, however, seeing him so jacked after erasing him from your life for a full two years was an experience that you weren't able to even comprehend. his curls peeked through his beanie in a halo, slightly hiding the glimmer he always had in his dark eyes. one thing you noticed about him ever since you started dating was that he looked insanely good in simple, black clothing; currently, he was in a black tank top and black sweatpants. sweat was glistening off of his skin, providing a glow that was so lethal that it could blind you. this was your ex. you were currently admiring your ex and you hated it.

realizing it was you standing in the elevator, his eyes slightly widened at the thought of you. hamzah always enjoyed how you looked before going to bed. he liked the way your hair was let down and cascading down your back. he enjoyed how you looked with your glasses on and how smart they made you look. he admired how you slept in big t-shirts and shorts. the feelings were mutual. he was aware that it was bad he was thinking of you in this manner, however, he didn't care.

you moved aside, making room for him in the slightly cramped elevator. he walked and stood next to you, avoiding eye contact and still exchanging glances at you beside him. his hand moved towards the elevator floor buttons, soon realizing that the floor was already pressed. the elevator was quiet and you both sensed awkward tension emerging from between you two.

until, you both felt the elevator stop moving.

"uh- shouldn't we have been on our floor by now?" he questioned, breaking the awkward silence with the clearing of his throat.

you nodded, "yeah, um, it's been, like, two minutes."

"are we stuck?"

the lights went out as thunder crashed outside, causing you to jump once more. hamzah took out his phone and shined the flashlight onto you, revealing the slightly petrified expression held in your furrowed eyebrows and parted mouth.

he softly spoke, "hey, it's okay. i'm sure it'll come on soon."

you took out your phone and attempted to text mandy, ultimately failing when you realized there was no signal inside of the elevator.

"i'm not getting any signal, are you?"

he checked, "no, i'm not."

--

after the man on the elevator's loudspeaker told you that you had to wait for the storm to clear in order to be rescued, you could almost feel your heart drop down to your stomach. you were currently stuck in an elevator with the man that broke your heart and left you emotionally bruised for months.

you both sat on the floor on opposite sides. since there was no signal, there wasn't much to do other than sit there and stare at seemingly everything except each other; that was, until hamzah broke the silence.

"so.."

you made eye contact with him, a familiar feeling of nostalgic warmth entering your system. this wasn't to say that you completely forgot about what he did. that feeling lasted a second or two, before it was replaced with the reminders of anguish.

he continued, "how've you been?"

"fine," a tang of bitterness exited your mouth, "you?"

"i've been okay."

"cool."

"are you mad at me, still?" hamzah asked.

a look of disbelief plastered itself on your facial canvas, "are you serious?"

"look, it's not like i wanna be in this elevator with my ex either, but i am," he firmly reassured, "neither of us know when we're going to leave and neither of us can use our phones. i might as well make small talk-"

"that isn't small talk."

"then what is it?"

"it's talking about how i've been since we ended things," you sighed, "that isn't small talk. it's more than that."

a pause entered the conversation.

"okay, it isn't," his voice got softer, "i still want to know."

"fine. in reality, i ask myself what the hell i did wrong every night."

"you didn't do anything wrong-"

"well, i wasn't doing things right enough for you to stay."

silence entered the room, once again. you realized you were being snappy, but you couldn't help it. he was the reason mandy saw you as fragile and delicate. you hated him for it.

you continued, "maybe we should just stop talking. i think it's making everything even worse-"

he cut you off, "i still think about you."

"what?"

"like, i don't know, every night."

"that's such bullshit."

he scoffed, "just because i was the one that ended things doesn't mean it didn't hurt for me either."

"that's also bullshit. you chose to break up with me," you reminded, enunciating the "you", "that was your decision."

"well, you agreed, didn't you?"

"did i have a choice?"

"well-"

"no, i didn't."

hamzah took his beanie off to run his hands in his hair, allowing it to fall onto the floor beside him, "jesus fucking christ, you aren't even letting me explain."

you took a deep breath, "fine. go."

"you wanna know the real reason i broke up with you?"

"fucking obviously."

"well, smartass, i was scared, okay?"

"scared of fucking what? you think i wasn't scared-"

"if you haven't realized," hamzah got closer to you, "a relationship isn't just about you."

"y'know what, fuck you, hamzah."

he cocked his eyebrow, "what'd you just say?"

"i said fuck you. you're over here acting like you're hurt over it- acting like you weren't the one who left me when i needed you the most, giving me the most bullshit excuse. 'im not ready for things to be serious' i knew it was bullshit as soon as those words came out of your mouth," a glare overcame the admiration that was once found in your eyes, "in reality, you left me. that's all there is to it. i needed you and you fucking vanished. it's like you didn't even try-"

"don't even fucking say that," he grabbed your cheek with his hand, "i'd drink fucking poison if it tasted like you."

"what are you-"

"you think i don't regret leaving you? i do- i regret it every single fucking night when i'm laying in bed, so fucking lonely. it's like i see you everywhere, in everyone, and it just reminds me of how much i fucked up by letting you go. i miss you so fucking much, baby, you don't even understand. shit, i haven't even been able to finish ever since i left you."

a certain lust replaced the tension in the room, "what?"

"i can't even make myself finish anymore. it's been three years and i haven't gotten laid- i haven't even tried to. i knew they wouldn't be as good as you, doll."

"hamzah-"

"my question is," his face became inches apart from your face, lips being parted right in front of yours, "have you?"

you stayed in this position for another thirty seconds; you and hamzah were currently on the floor, noses practically touching from how close you two were. the tension in the room was both full of anger and sex; a concoction that shouldn't have been mixed in the first place, a cocktail that was dangerous to be drank.

"no," you swallowed, "no, i haven't."

"why is that, baby?"

your breathing became slightly heavier as nervousness was felt in the pit of your stomach, "hamzah, i can't-"

"use your words," his thumb teased your cheek in a circular motion, "why haven't you gotten with anyone since me?"

"no one could make me feel the way that you do," a tinge of dominance allowed itself to escape from you, "now, answer my question, hamzah."

"what's your question?"

"if i decided to kiss you tonight, would you just leave again?"

"fuck no-"

you latched onto him as if he was the only thing holding you together. immediately, your tongues explored each other's mouths. you both missed this feeling; you both missed this taste. hamzah tasted like the mint gum he'd always get whenever you guys would go to gas stations together; you could dive deep into how good he tasted. his hands roamed around your body, exploring a familiar lagoon that he missed swimming in.

though you enjoyed making out with him, he wanted more. unlatching from your mouth, you chased after his lips once again.

"relax, baby. i'm right here- i'm not going anywhere."

pinning you against the wall with his hands, his lips made its way to your neck. sucking and leaving bruised marks on the crevice between your shoulders and ear, you let out a small moan; it was the sweetest tune that hamzah hasn't heard in forever. he sucked harder, earning a louder and more whiny noise coming out of your mouth.

you gripped his hair in your hands tightly, "fuck, hamzah- i missed you so much."

leaving a kiss on your neck, he moved onto your collarbone, kissing and sucking softly. hamzah was marking you as if he needed people to know you were his, which he, in fact, did. low moans exited his mouth the more he sucked the soft and supple skin that was exposed. the more he marked, the harder you breathed and begged for more.

he remembered the soft spot that you had from three years ago: a specific area on your neck closer to your ear. taking that area he kissed it with a softness you haven't felt in years, then continued to suck a dark purple bruise with a roughness you craved in his absense. hearing the moan you let out, you felt hamzah grin against your skin.

afterwards, he decided to bite the area, causing a soft scream exit the back of your throat. gripping onto his hair harder, he led out a low groan. you both had no plans on stopping, until the power went back on.

hamzah stared at all the marks he made on you, as if he was picasso and you were his canvas. both of your eyes no longer held resentment: instead, adoration and love appeared in the glint of your irises. you noticed that hamzah's hair was a mess, as well as yours, as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

"what do we tell mandy?"

you were confused, "what?"

"uh, i kinda-"

you noticed your reflection in the stainless steel walls; you looked like you were attacked by a leaf blower in the reverse setting.

your eyes enlarged, "holy shit-"

"i'm sorry, did i go too far?"

"no, baby," you kissed him lightly on the lips, "i wanted you to go that far."

"i'm sorry for hurting you. i was already planning on apologizing during this trip," he held your hand, "but, now, i wanna ask you something else."

"which is?"

"will you take me back?"

"you gotta convince me that it'll be worth it."

he kissed your forehead, "even if it takes my whole life and everything i have. i promise you."

--

author's note

do u guys want more nsfw.. or do i stick to my angst with no smut...

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

I will be the one to say it, wherever we like this side conclusion or not, she dug this pit herself and Iskall provided the shovel

I've heard speculations of their relationship being a much closer than it appears online, and her deleting her channel to hide any trace of her involvement or his involvement while still keeping the comment on Iskall's channel is the nail in the coffin

The only thing that she has on her Channel right now is 36 comments that the majority tie back to Iskall in some way.

And additionally, I'd personally say it's come to a point of devotion and compassion for each other rather than what a normal "relationship" should be

And I want you all to keep in mind that if Stress isn't Iskall's "long-term girlfriend", then there is a woman out there who found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with multiple of his employees and also possibly including his female best friend because of the amount of devotion they have to each other

But if Stress is the "long-term girlfriend", then this was a clear act of both devotion or she's been hit with trains worth of clarity and realization but I doubt this is the case because the comment is still up

And there was no single threat in her replies

YouTube's AI detection system will automatically delete replies with a threatening nature of that go against community guidelines before the person sees the reply.

Meaning that at the most cleverly worded insults have slipped through the hundreds of common worth of "You're so goated" and "Miss you too" and "We support you too" (update to make sure this was accurate I just checked it this than two minutes before this post and it is indeed compliments)

90% of her replies a positivity. And a couple months ago I even gave her the benefit of the doubt and said not to speculate on her situation because we didn't know any better. Aka even people who were skeptical like me and many others treats it her with integrity and dignity open till that reply was posted

I cannot speak on whether or not Iskall has gotten the threats he claims, but I always encouraged to not leave death threats, so I would imagine that it's a handful of people who do not have a life

But I could say with Confidence that if she got more than 8 threats, which is still not good but is a less considering the circumstances and general uncontrollable public, I would be mind-blown

So I'm very confident in the notion that she did this out of either realization to which I hope it is, and I hope for her community she seeks professional help because that level of devotion is unhealthy makes a steady bouncy back after some time OR it's another act of devotion

Because if he's in a legal case regarding this issue it is commonly advised to remove any incriminating evidence from social media so that it cannot be used against you; and it would be easy to argue their relationship based purely on her videos. Making the deletion of her channel an act of devotion rather than general clarity hitting her

Which is sad. I've never personally watched Many of Her videos only 30 at the most, but the general consensus of disappointment rather than anger putting her Direction leads me to conclude this is out of character behavior for her. And this would reinforce Iskall's repeated manipulation attempts.

It would mean his manipulation is effective and working.

The only possible way I could ever see people generally being outraged at her is if she was in on it too but that has already been confirmed by many of the victims they were unaware that she was also leaving, and were unaware of her general support.

This or will you find out that she's financially contributing to his legal case, to which I would argue the money would be better spent on therapy

But it just seems that she's digging herself into a pit or into a self destructive montage of being in support of someone who does not deserve it

[hai7ani]

do you think .. shion .. would be jealous (bro jealous) of rindous new gf? idk why but i think he would post pics with rindou every single time they would go out just to tease his new gf 😶😶 very silly

100% definitely. this is...kinda creepy........but shion has thought of rindou's gf multiple times at night. stares too long to be considered appropriate (especially after the alcohol takes over his mind) but has never been caught for it. fools around w more girls to get her out of his head because he still knows it's wrong and he's starting to feel a bit disgusted at himself. but he can't help it 一 she's just so pretty at all the right places and she's a very good girl. he's seen the way his best friend treats his girl and he knows at first glance that she is the one for him. the only girl. which is why despite having her cloud his mind 24/7 especially when he's about to fall asleep, shion has never acted on his thoughts once. not at all. he might be stupid and insane but not enough of a nutcase to do something so obscene and lewd to a girl his best bro treasures like crazy

minus that part 😃 back to normal fluffy tr. shion's the kinda best friend who snatches the phone off of rindou's hands to annoy his gf thru text. you're texting ur man about laundry and suddenly u see a random ass 'wsggggg -shion' followed by an ugly, jumpscare-level selfie of the same guy drunk out of his mind, sticking his tongue out, eyes bloodshot red and all. it's either that or a blurry photo of rindou frowning and reaching his hand to the camera out cos the poor boy wants his phone back. they're a pissing-next-to-each-other-in-the-toilet level of best friends but rindou HATESSS when shion goes to his gf to annoy rindou lol

[frillydolle]

Haiii!! I love ur writing so much ^.^ m'was wonderin' if you could maybe do a caitlyn kiramman one-shot/imagine where her inexperienced girlfriend wants to try more like, roughness, because she wants to experience subspace! (It's just like, deeeeeep submission, like ur mind feels fuzzy and you can hardly talk!) Caitlyn reluctantly agrees because usually caitlyn is the softest dom ever during sex, is like so gentle and always praising :( but now her pillow princess wants this? So she fucks the shit out of her <3

(Size kink, mocking, praise/degradation, CORRUPTION!!! Backshots maybe 👀strap and aftercare!)

If you can that would be amazing, if not thank you for your time :3 I hope you have a lovely day!

caitlyn kiramann x female reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ mdni , nsfw ; sizekink , praise , mocking? , inexperienced reader , commander era , can't take myself seriously,, im sorry:(

“oh, such a sweet girl you are, hm?”

“pleease— i want more—” u whine out, feeling her thrusting into u at a painful, teasingly slow pace. u just wanted her to be faster, quicker, rougher, but u weren't sure how to ask her because that's so embarrassing! that was just.. filthy talk u couldn't see urself ever doing!

“you're doing so well, sweet girl.” she'd say, but u really wanted her to be rougher. she was just being slow and filling because u were still a little inexperienced, but u were sure that u wanted more of her, u wanted her to be a little meaner, u weren't gonna mind.

“please, cait, i want more— faster, please—!” u whined out, bucking ur hips into her as u feel her hands grip ur hips from behind. her hand gently trails up ur spine, which makes u shiver. she moves ur hair out of the way before getting a pretty view of ur back. she wasn't sure if she should do what u wanted since u were inexperienced compared to her but she was also a very important person.

someone like her was authoritative, she would guide others. so who was she not to guide a sweetheart like u, hm? “are you sure [name]? i wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable..”

“no,no, i want you to— mhmph— please, commander?”

commander.

pleasure would've left her body if she didn't have an ounce of self-control, or patience, even. u just knew what to call her in a time of need, don't you? and she was determined to show u what a kiramann would do for her partner. she did love u with her whole being after all.

a condescending huff left her lips before she gripped ur hips tightly then a squeal left ur lips as u begin to feel her pace quicken.. and deepen. this is most definitely what u wanted and got it with just a simple title of leadership.

“stop squirming. this is what you wanted, isn't it?” she says, thrusting in such a pace that u would barely keep ur eyes open! she's never been like this before. pent up rage? boredom? or has she wanted this for so long that she just kept quiet? u were only sure that she was making so so good, it was practically heavenly.

“yes! oh god, cait, yes, i— i want this!” u whine out softly, ur voice all shaking from the pleasure that was running through ur body. she always knew how to treat u, sometimes it was like she knew u more than u knew urself.

“i wasn't even sure how long i could stay away from you like this. some of these enforcers can be so... frustrating, but my pretty would be happy enough to make me feel all better, wouldn't you?” and u nodded immediately at her words, evening imagine the taunting look on her face right now if u were facing her. of course, it didn't take much longer to hit the sweet of urs and it was over.

continuous babbles and whines of yes, please, caitlyn and more would leave ur pretty lips. poor u, couldn't even form a single incoherent thought due to the way she's treating u. this feeling couldn't compare to no other, with her touching, her thrusting, her filthy, mocking words.. it was all to much but did u want it to stop? no, not really. or wait, maybe. did u? u weren't even sure.

“oh, you're close. i can feel it, sweetheart.”

[averixus]

A story about disability discrimination

In November, me and @cassolotl made a train journey, as we often do. We were both using wheelchairs, so we booked passenger assistance in advance (as is recommended). We were told the wheelchair spaces on our trains had been reserved for us.

One of our changes was at Reading. We went to the platform ready to board the 12:15 that we were booked on. The train and station staff had an exchange, and then came to tell us that we couldn't get on the train, because there were people already in the wheelchair spaces.

We explained that legally, we had a right to use those spaces, and anyone else in them should be removed to let us on. Staff insisted it was impossible because the people in the spaces had been reserved on an earlier service that they couldn't take. They didn't let us on the train.

An hour later, we went to the platform ready to board the next service at 13:15. The staff started to put the ramp down for us, then various staff members talked to each other, and then the ramp was taken away. They came to tell us that we couldn't get on the train, because the spaces were full.

We explained that we had already been refused access to our booked train, and the spaces should be cleared for us. Staff insisted it was impossible because the people in the spaces had been reserved on that particular service, and we hadn't. They didn't let us on the train.

Both times, we went to the platform ready to get on the train and then watched the staff negotiate whether and how to break the law publicly in front of us. We watched other passengers freely being allowed onto the train while staff physically prevented us from boarding.

The staff made two opposing excuses for refusing us access to the two trains. First because other passengers had been reserved on an earlier service and we were booked on this one, and then because we had been reserved on an earlier service and other passengers were booked on this one.

They made clearly arbitrary justifications for refusing us access. Travel is exhausting for both of us, delays and disruption even moreso because we are both autistic. The open discrimination and public humiliation was the icing on the cake.

Eventually we were allowed to board the 14:15 (that's a two hour delay which non-disabled people didn't have to suffer). The standard class wheelchair spaces were full and the train manager made sure we knew that we were being allowed in the first class spaces "as an exception".

To be clear for anyone who's not intimately familiar with the UK's Equality Act 2010: the way we were treated was illegal disability discrimination. We were subjected to a disadvantage (delay and humiliation), as a result of our wheelchair use, due to disability.

And also for anyone who doesn't know: there is no central or government body which enforces the Equality Act. The ONLY legal recourse available is for individual victims of discrimination to take their discriminators to court and demand financial compensation.

We contacted CrossCountry (who ran both trains and Reading station), to say we intended to take them to court. After a few months of negotiation, they agreed to compensate us £2,000 each to drop the case, while insisting they did not admit liability. They didn't ask for an NDA though. :)

I wasn't really sure whether to post about this publicly. But I've thought about it a bit, and I've decided there are two things I'd like people to learn by reading this.

1. For non-disabled people:

This kind of stuff happens ALL the time. It is constant and relentless and neverending. It happens to every single disabled person, in subtle and obvious ways. For the handful of times you've ever noticed discrimination, it has happened to that person countless more.

Most of the time it happens behind a friendly customer service smile, and we have to thank them for the scraps of access they're offering us, because if we pointed out every time someone broke the law we would never have any friends and never be able to do anything else.

2. For disabled people (in the UK):

It really IS illegal. I know it feels like nothing can be done, because it is so frequent and widespread it seems inescapable. But the law does exist, and it does apply to you.

Unfortunately, the only way to enforce that law is to take (or threaten) legal action yourself. That's hard work, but it's less scary and risky than it might seem. I recommend this resource as a place to start if you're thinking about it.

[genderqueerdykes]

thank you so much for talking about the whole "i hate men except for you" thing. i'm friends with a cis girl (that i don't really want to be friends with anymore for obvious reasons) who loves saying stuff like "i hate boys" "all boys are the same and they never change" "i'm starting to hate boys more and more" "except for you of course!!" but it's not like she shows any respect towards my identity. she's the only friend of mine that uses she/her for me, says stuff like "mommy and daughter bonding 😊" when i mention i'm spending time with my mom, and deadnames me when i don't immediately respond to a text she sent me 2 seconds ago (and in that text she'll call me by the right name). i used to think that she's just doing this on accident but i've noticed that she only deadnames me and calls me a girl when i'm the only person listening. she's been messing up my pronouns around my friends more often and thankfully one of them noticed and is starting to talk to me about it but UGHHH. i already stopped liking her the second she started saying man hating stuff but the fact that i'm supposed to be the one exception yet she treats me this way... am i the exception because i'm your friend or am i the exception because you're trying to make me feel special when you don't even see me as a boy to begin with?

of course, anon, that's what i'm here for! thank you for taking the time to send in your story, it's important that you be heard

this is absolutely disgusting behavior, but you are not alone in going through this in the slightest. i have seen this behavior play out so many times. that is absolutely sickening that this girl will deadname you just to get you to respond to texts quicker. that is some seriously malicious behavior and you are 100% in the right for not wanting to be her friend anymore.

it's not flattering to be seen as a Special Man. the trans acceptance basics are not treating trans boys/men and trans girls/women like "Special" boys/men/girls/women. we for the most part do not want to be seen as "Different" from other guys. that isolation and singling us out makes us feel alienated and unwelcome everywhere.

honest to god i think the more people who stand up and go. yeah i don't want to be your friend anymore. the bigger of an impact we will have on this kind of behavior. you're not the first anon i've gotten who has wanted to/ended a friendship over this behavior. i have gotten so much feedback from people who have completely terminated friendships over this and GOOD.

people need to understand that trans men don't constantly want to be otherized, infantilized, mocked, scrutinized, deadnamed and fucking harassed for the sake of """""FITTING IN""""""". this isn't fitting in, this girl has made herself into your own personal antagonist. you are right in realizing this is not on accident. this is malicious behavior on purpose. she knows what she's doing. she sees you as a girl and wants you to know that and fuck her for doing all this.

you deserve way better. i hope you're able to get her out of your life and find friends who *actually* support you. that is utterly disgusting behavior and she deserves to lose a friend over it. you're not there to listen to her hate on your siblings and friends. nothing good ever comes of "oh well i don't mean YOU i hate all men BUT you :)" yeah that's not making you safer to be around. YOU are the dangerous person in this scenario. wise up.

take care of yourself anon you deserve so much better than that. if you need any help feel free to stop by again any time

[crimsonxe]

Then you need to get in touch with Tumblr staff to fix something, because for me it popped a notif earlier today and those have no time stamp.

Um no what it says because of all those cases is that it didn't do what THEY wanted it to do. Right-wingers wanted it to not have LGBT+ or respect for femmes or to be anti-fascist. Far leftists want I guess for it to time travel to have more PoC, rush its LGBT+ pair, and become leftist propaganda vs. a story that has a progessive lean but isn't guzzling the kool-aid. The women of that bunch mentioned either simp for Adam, Ironwood, and/or Sun and thus want the story bent around them. On top of that throwing double-standards in the mix too. So far the track record is that every single left-leaned or neutral person that has come into the show in recent times has come away loving it and going "why is this spoken of like its trash? Its great." the latest case being NSAF.

Um no, Pyrrha was able to go toe-to-toe with Cinder a half-powered Maiden; that completely throws off power balance when Pyrrha already did that as is. Pyrrha alone could handle Mercury and Emerald probably, which isn't something one wants at v3 of a potentially 12+ volume story. On top of that ONLY she could stand a chance in hell of going toe-to-toe with Cinder in that moment. Mercury figured out her strategy but there was never a legit statement of him actually being able to take her on.

No, it didn't that was a MASSIVELY lower thing than the establishing Cinder as a powerful villain, the dark tone the series was heading towards from the light school arc, that death was a thing that was on the table, pushing Ruby to her first use of silver-eyes ability, etc. Yes, Jaune is the one with moments of remembrance of her due to being on her team and the two clearly having been going towards a romance; but that doesn't equate to her death being all about him. Hell if that were the case HE'D be the one rushing to where Pyrrha was to see her die and getting his semblance at seeing it, not Ruby.

Yes, she spent time with him like any character on a team does and characters in general fucking do with other characters cause y'know they're supposed to interact and be a team. Jaune doesn't even fucking go on to be some legendary swordsman, he's a damn support. The worldbuilding elements are the same case as with Sun, they're meant for the audience. Falling in love with him = yeah, no shit and her reason for it makes fucking sense. As for that last bit, yeah moron that's kind of the whole deal with secondary characters; especially when you know they aren't going past v3. While the with him goes to once again them being both on the same team and being romantically tied.

Um yeah, you actually are. Your whole bullshit about Jaune is in itself misinformation that gives the impression of him being far more important or a bigger thing in the canon; while then also having your dipshit ass pair it with "going against the subversion of sexist tropes" angle. Not only is it false af and based entirely in your biased warped ass vision of what happened vs. reality; but it also seeks to undermine a core aspect of the goddamn show. That its not really subverting sexist tropes and pro-femmes being center stage and badasses; because your dumbass watches scenes with a clear film over your damn eyes.

See the "what's harm" part of this would work like 8-10 years ago; but now one can't throw a rock without someone saying how they "heard RWBY was bad" hell some would even think it treats its femme characters horribly. Hell some actually think the show legitimately queerbaits (some do it for the meme others mean it), when it doesn't. THAT is the harm that gets done by dipshits like you spewing your shit which gets spewed by whoever saw your shit who then spews it to another.

Frankly I don't give two shits if its a 20 year vet of the film industry show or "amateurs"; only damn thing I care about is if its good and if it invokes eye-rolling sexist or queerphobic tropes. These "amateurs" do a better damn job than some others that try to touch on the same shit. Hell as much as I love Arcane, I wish they'd given Violyn the sort of multi-arc setup that BB had. I wish Dragon Prince had left Viren as a piece of shit, instead of giving him a redemtion arc. Like were there elements to it that were good? Sure, but it doesn't take back all the shit he did that crossed so damn many lines. That's just naming 2 cases. So take that angle and shove it up your ass too.

Say you never watched RWBY without actually saying you never watched RWBY.

Aromancy: "Wasted potential"

And thus you speak the same as Hbomb...meaningless lies with misinformation. Poor soul, who spreads lies happily to hate.

I watched up to about halfway through Season 4. Season 3 ended on a high point that had me excited for more, but basically nothing happened afterwards and I got bored and dropped it. I say the same thing as Hbomberguy because I agree with him; the show is an attempt at anime made by people who enjoy the superficial aspects of anime but fail to look beneath the surface to examine the themes.

Monty's fight scenes were excellent (and even after he died -rest in peace -the fights continued to be excellent; Pyrrha vs. Mercury is probably my favorite of the whole series), but his unwillingness to work hand-in-hand with the writers in charge of providing context let the whole show down.

I haven't seen past season 4 personally, but I've heard many RWBY fans disparaging the series since, especially Season 8, and I have no reason to doubt their testimony.

[httpseungmxn]

Rough Ride 

Vampire!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

🍰 - suggestive, smutty

Authors note: Hello my Angels! I am bringing you a fic that you all were very excited about! I got over 180 votes on the poll for this fic, that is absolutely insane! I originally thought about making this a horror themed fic only buttttttt, Chan just looked so scrumdiddlyumptious in the mv that I had to make this a suggestive fic! That doesn’t mean this won’t have horror aspects to it though, I mean the man is a vampire :3! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Warnings: Suggestive, biting - hes a vampire so fangy boy!! Light choking, scratching, p in v, very little plot!! Blood play, rough chan! Spitting, spanking, hair pulling, reader gets cut a few times but nothing seriously bad!

Triggers: Blood, choking, slight gore!

There was absolutely no way of knowing you were gonna end up in a position like this ever. It was inhumane, but then again, the man holding you tight by the neck didn’t seem to care because he sure as hell wasn’t human. That much was obvious from the fangs threatening to break the skin of your collarbone and the single white eye he had stared at you intensely with.

The beast wanted to hurt you, he found your blood tasted sickeningly sweet and he craved more of it. Tongue immediately lapping over the cut he had marked on your collarbone with his left fang. His claw-like nails scratched roughly at your side as he trailed his hand slowly from your hip to grab at your thigh harshly.

Nothing about this creature was kind or caring in the slightest. He had been rough ever since he had stalked you along the halls of his prison. Curious as to why a mere, young mortal would dare enter his “lair”. No human had ever made it in and escaped alive, though it had been many years since anyone had ventured inside. He assumed you must have not known the dark rumors about the building, or perhaps you were dared by a group of friends. He couldnt care less what the story was.

The only thing on Chan’s mind was his plans for you. At first he had thought about just turning you into one of his creations, but your blood tasted too good for him to waste it. He would keep you by his side, collecting your blood by the gallon over the course of the next few years, and then once he had enough he would make you a monster like him. It was such a perfect plan and would surely have no errors. Right?

That could be thought more about later once he was done with what he had planned now. It had been many years since he had indulged in his lust, and your body was just too cute to pass up on. If he kept you around, maybe he would treat you with this if it ended up being as good as he hoped.

Within seconds you were turned around and bent harshly over a bloodied table causing a sharp whimper to leave your lips. This wasn’t at all what you expected to happen when you were dared to explore the large abandoned prison by a group you weren’t so sure were actually your friends. You were now paying the price of craving friendship, and that bore through your brain when the beast ripped off your light pink skirt and spit harshly on your leaking pussy. Two fingers roughly rubbing your clit eliciting a squeaky moan from your lips.

The fingers were quick to move to your hole which is where you squirmed, a gasp left your lips as soon as his hand came down hard on your ass to stop you from moving. Your hole leaking more as he pushed the fingers slowly into you. Upon noticing the increase in your arousal, he decided to test the waters by laying another hard spank, groaning deeply at the leaking of your wetness onto his fingers.

His fangs scratching and biting at your shoulder causing more blood to spill slowly from the skin which only seemed to turn him on even more. You didn’t even process movement until the two long fingers in your quivering pussy had been replaced by something much bigger and pulsating. A choked moan leaving your lips as the man pressed your face against the table, his hand tangling in your hair as he began to move.

His pace was rough and absolutely brutal to your hole. His hips smacking hard into your ass causing the soft skin to jiggle with each thrust. Moans and whimpers were filling up the small room from your pink glossy lips that had been previously attacked by his lips. Your body shook in pleasure as the beast destroyed it with his dick.

This man was so rough with you, but it felt so good to finally be getting what you had only seen in movies and read in books. You would have preferred losing your virginity to this beast than your sloppy shitty ex boyfriend who hadn’t even lasted ten minutes. Men were weak was what you had come to learn just from your current experience. No human would ever be able to make you feel as good as this vampire was making you feel.

Blood dribbled down your back from the cuts on your shoulder which only spurred Chan on more. His movement was stuttering though, it was obvious that he was close and that he hadn’t done this in a while. You were so lose in your thoughts of the being that you didn’t know you were cumming until his fingers were harshly rubbing your clit to overstimulate you. His movement was fast and it was obvious he was wanting something.

Your eyes that had been rolled back were now seeing stars as you curled your toes, your pussy gushing and squirting all over his dick, pulling grunts and growls from his lips at how tight you had clenched suddenly. Hips smacking into your skin harder than before a few times before his hot seed was spilling into your hole and filling you up.

Chan decided then and there that he couldn’t ever turn you into one of his failed experiments, he wouldn’t even use your blood as his meal, he would make you his. The euphoric state he was feeling right now was something he wanted to feel for many years to come, so without hesitation his teeth were sinking into your neck and his cut wrist was held up to your mouth for you to drink from.

It must’ve been a silent agreement from you two what your life would now be like, because without any hesitation in your own actions, you were drinking his blood slowly from his wrist to become a beast just like him. The outside world didn’t deserve you, it had always treated you like shit. At least here, you knew you would be treated like an Angel, or a goddess.

You decided, you will gladly be Chan’s vampire queen. Ruling the prison by his side. The failed experiments he called his creations would be the peasants who served you. Any human who explored the prison would come to an end at the hands of the vampire mates. This was exactly how it should be. How it would be for many years to come.

Just you and him, the Vampire King and his Vampire Queen.

Authors ending note; Holy Fuck. Thats all I have to say about that, because wow, I am proud of myself for this one. I have never written something like this, or even thought about writing anything like this but I think it is definitely one of my strong suits, probably because i am such a big fan of horror and gore and just the mv in general! I really hope you guys are able to enjoy this, and i will gladly write more like this if anyone asks for it! Make sure to leave me some requests and join my taglist, i still havent gotten any requests which makes me sad! Let me all know what you think of this in the comments! Until next time, My Sweet Angels 🫶

[ladylooch]

Bones - Part 15 [Mack x David]

A/N: I have said this so many times, you are all probably sick of hearing it BUT THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER!!!! This was the first chapter I wrote for their series and it has stayed mostly the same since I originally wrote it in May 2024. Considering that, I think I've been patient long enough! I can't wait any longer so it's going up a few days earlier than I said. Please, please, please come talk to me about this one 😭 I want to know every single thought that comes across your beautiful brains as you read this. Literally on my knees and begging. Okay, okay, go.. now.. run please! Read! Enjoy 🥹

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Vivid descriptions of child birth, birth trauma (nobody dies, promise!), mentions of bodily fluids including blood.

July

“It’s David. Leave a-”

Mack clicks off the phone as she gets her husband’s voicemail again. She pouts her lips out, looking out the window at where she can see Felix and two other farm hands in the barn. 

Maybe he knows where her husband is. 

Normally, Mack doesn’t worry about where David is at lunch time because he comes home, or she drives out to meet him in the field. Today, neither of those things happened and Mack ended up eating lunch without him. The unusual behavior makes her want to get eyes on her husband to make sure he is okay. 

The closer Mack gets to giving birth to their son, the quieter David has become. Mack knows it’s not about second guessing their choices or any of that. But it is another moment in his life he is navigating through without his parents. She gets to talk to her parents about what this was like for them- creating life, those last few weeks before everything changed, the delivery room. He doesn’t have that and as such, Mack treats those conversations as a luxury.

Mack kicks off her house shoes, then slides into a pair of sneakers. Her belly is so big now, she has to lean slightly to the side to make sure her foot is going into the shoe. The second Mack opens the door and feels the Iowa humidity, she groans. What was she thinking being this pregnant in the summer? Oh yeah, that her husband would be home for the birth. Crazy of her though, to think that being 39 weeks pregnant in the middle of July would be fun. 

She never wants to do a summer baby again. She would do another baby, but not in the summer. Bring on the winter coolness that would help alleviate the furnace of a baby inside of her. Clearly, this one is going to run hot like his daddy.

Mack braces a hand on her back, then grabs the railing to walk the three steps down the porch. Her tired feet scuff along the dirt as she flips her sunglasses down over her eyes, heading towards Felix. When she gets close to the barn, a tickle sticks in her throat as the wind whips up some dry dirt from the road.

“Hi Felix.” Mack murmurs as she pauses at the entrance of the barn. He is working with another farm hand in replacing a section of rotting wood in the far corner.

“Oh! Mrs. Mackenzie, there’s a lot of dust. Stay out there. I’ll come out to you.” Mack can see the dust flying around and wisely stops her forward progress. She stays in the opening of the barn, edging her way back out slightly. “Hi.” He says breathlessly as he comes out to her. “How can I help?”

“Do you know where David is? I’ve been calling to see if he is coming up for lunch but he isn’t answering.” 

“Oh, uh, he’s right there.” He points behind her. Mack turns around, shielding her eyes over her sunglasses. On his knees in black dirt, is her husband, shaping and working in his mom’s rose garden. She didn’t see him with the angle she took out of the house. 

“Ah… wow, I didn’t see him. So sorry for bothering you!” Mack apologizes with a grimace.

“No worries. He should have answered your calls.” Felix gives her a shrug. Mack supposes that is true. But it is not like David to ignore her, especially 39 weeks pregnant.

She walks over to him, hands crossed over her chest as her shoes kick up dust around her feet. The wind is blowing hard today. A storm is set to sweep into the area tonight, bringing with it some cooler, less humid weather. Music to this pregnant woman’s ears. 

“Hey.” Mack calls to David as she gets to the edge of the garden. 

He is shirtless, tanned skin pulling tight over this muscular back, chest, and arms. He has work gloves on his hands, protecting them from the black soil he is working with. Specks of black dot his forearms up to his elbows. The distinct white of his AirPods against his slightly curled black hair tells Mack he is deep in another world right now. She walks around the garden towards the house, getting in his line of vision. He glances up, then immediately sits back on his heels seeing her. Mack’s heart skips a beat, taking in his sexy, sweaty form looking at her like she’s his next meal. 

“Hi honey.” He says, tilting the brim of his ball cap up and wiping at his forehead with his dirty forearm. Dirt smears across his skin. She smiles as he pops an AirPod out. He looks so good right now- her hard working man, grinning at seeing her hand as she strokes her bump. “You okay?”

“I am now.” She murmurs back.

“Now?”

“I’ve been calling you?”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. Had my notifications off cause I am listening to a pepper podcast. Tryna figure out what the fuck I’m doing wrong with the bell peppers this year. They’ve all got bottom rot out there.” The peppers were for their family use, not the farms, but David takes anything that doesn’t grow perfectly personally. “What’s up?”

“You thinking about lunch anytime soon? It’s after 1.”

“Ah… I’m not that hungry.” Mack bites her lip with worry at his response. David is always hungry. He also was supposed to be out checking fence this morning, but here he is knee deep in his mama’s garden again.

“Okay.”

“Sorry, honey. Were you waiting for me?”

“No. We can’t.” She laughs, tapping her big belly. “Your son wouldn’t allow it.” 

“Our growing boy.” David smiles. He looks down at the garden. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, babe.” She says. “Will be nice to look out at this from the baby’s room.”

“Yeah.” He nods, hands on his thighs as he scans the various colors of rose bushes.

The bedroom in question is the smallest in the house, normally an office, but the closest to the master bedroom, which is on the main level. The house layout is a little discombobulated, but David wants to keep the integrity of the farm house. He isn’t ready to change what it was like for him growing up here. The only work he has done in the house is re-doing the flooring on the main level, put a new coat of paint on, and renovated the shower into a mini spa for himself after a long day of work in the fields. 

“Mama would love it. Good growth this year. I’ve been working on splitting up a few of these big ones. Thought maybe I could plant them by her and dad.” 

“That would be really nice.” Mack nods. “I’m sure your mom would love that. Your dad would allow it.” She smirks. She never got to meet David’s parents, but she knows enough about them to feel confident saying so.

“If mama was happy, he was happy.” David smiles. “Sound familiar?”

“Mhm.” She grins at him. “Come give me a kiss. I’m going back in. My boobs are melting off right now from this heat.”

“Can’t have that.” He murmurs, pulling his gloves off. “I’m filthy.” He warns her.

“I’m well aware of how dirty you are, sir.” She winds her arms around his sweaty body, pulling him down to her height. He smirks against her mouth, making his mustache tickle her nose. She squeaks, pulling away to rub the tickles away from her nostrils. “That thing is out of control. You need to trim it.”

“Not what you were saying this morning.” He jokes. “Ohhhh baby, don’t stop.” His words hiss through gritted teeth like hers were, then he attempts to nip at her neck. 

“Shush!” She slaps his bare stomach, looking over her shoulder towards the barn. “You’re such a dick.” He laughs loudly, pulling away from her. 

“Then you must like me.” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Put some more sunscreen on.” Mack calls back to him, slowly meandering her way back towards the porch. She carefully steps up the porch, hand braced on her back and the railing as she does so. She glances over to her husband who watches her with careful, green eyes, then waves one more time before getting his knees back in the black dirt.

- - - & - - -

While the Iowa weather thunders and soaks outside, Mack tries to get comfortable in David’s embrace. She shifts every which way, grabs extra pillows to stuff between her legs, but nothing seems to work. It’s been like this especially since dinner when the storm clouds started to roll in.

“Ugh. This baby is so damn low.” Mack snaps. “It feels like I can’t even close my legs anymore. I might need to put a mirror down there to make sure he isn’t actually coming out.” She throws the pillow she was trying to wedge between her legs across the room in frustration.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing.” She grumbles. David brings a hand to her thigh, rubbing up and down in reassurance.

“You’re amazing, hon. I’m sorry things are tough right now. I love you.” Mack mumbles a thank you. She deeply appreciates that David has sympathy for what her body is going through, and that he regularly tells her how in awe he is of her, but tonight she is grumpy. She doesn’t want him to make anything better. She wants this damn baby out.

Mack only lasts five more minutes of her sour mood and uncomfortably shifting positions. With a final sigh, she wiggles her way to the edge of the couch to stand. David stands too, giving her his hands to help her get up with a limited struggle.

“I’m going to bed.” She tells him. His lips twist into a disappointed frown, but he nods without much fuss. A loud clap of thunder makes Mack jolt in surprise. “Holy mother of…” She trails off in Swiss German. Her heartbeat sprints in her chest as David chuckles then gives her a kiss.

“Well, you’re at least going to lay in bed.”

“Yeah. I guess.” She shakes her head, moving towards the kitchen to fill up her water bottle.

“Goodnight, baby. I’ll be in soon.”

“You don’t have to go to bed because I am.”

“I know. I want to.” He says simply. “Wanna hold you if you’ll let me.” 

Mack smirks in the kitchen, twisting on the top of her water cup before padding through the living room. On her way behind the couch, she drops a kiss on David’s head. She cups his face, gently tilting it back towards her to smooch his lips, stroking his jaw sweetly before continuing on to bed. 

“I love you.” She murmurs over her shoulder.

“Love you, hon.” He calls back.

Mack goes through her night time routine of washing her face, putting on lotions and creams as well as ten minutes of meditation through her Calm app to try and get centered into a less frustrated state. She reminds herself how grateful she is to be pregnant and have the opportunity to bring life into the world. Being pregnant in conjunction with Savannah has encouraged Mack to be appreciative for how easy her and David’s journey has been. Savannah and her have become close, sharing in so many experiences together.

Mack works on a pair of compression shorts and a t-shirt of David’s that allows for her boobs to breathe. She pulls the covers back on their bed, then slides into the cool sheets. She savors the temperature with a little shiver, but knows this feeling won’t last long. She grabs her phone, texting David to turn down the air conditioner before he comes to bed. Even with the storm blowing through, the humidity lingers more than she would like. 

Mack is scrolling through Instagram when David comes into the bedroom. He heads to the closet where Mack observes him pulling back on his work jeans and a clean Carhartt grey t-shirt. He grabs another pair of boot socks, which clues Mack in that he is heading back outside.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah. I gotta head out to help Bob. A fence blew open and his cattle are scattered along the southern edge of our property and into the road. Gotta round ‘em up.” He flips the light off in the closet. “Just gonna help til his hands are able to get over there.” He puts a warn, Coors hat on his dark locks after pushing his hair off his forehead. “Won’t be long.” He comes to her side of the bed. He puts a hand on her bump, then at the back of her neck, stroking fire across her lips when they touch. 

“Be careful out there.” She tells him. 

“It’s done storming. Well East of us at this point.”

“Yeah, but still be careful.” He smiles, kissing her again.

“Always so worried.” He chuckles, kissing down her chin and chest to her bump. He presses his nose in, green eyes closing as Mack places a hand on the back of his head to cradle it.

“Yeah, cause I don’t want to raise this baby alone.” 

“I’ll never let that happen. Promise, mama.” He murmurs against her belly. “Be good.” If he is talking to the baby or Mack, she can’t tell. 

Despite her best efforts, Mack still cannot get comfortable after David leaves. Again, the baby feels so low and the pressure is almost unbearable. She gets up, wandering around the room, trying to find what position relieves the ache of pregnancy from her body. She practices her breathing exercises, then again tries her Calm app. Still nothing is working. She throws her phone onto the bed in frustration, then says fuck it, and heads to the freezer where pints of Ben and Jerry’s is waiting for her. It won’t solve being pregnant, but it will provide comfort. 

“What flavor do we want?” She asks her belly. She opens the freezer, looking down at the tops of the lids, reading off the options she has. “I feel like… Ew, why did Daddy get Cherry Garcia? We hate that one!” She chuckles, picking it up. It has already been opened, half eaten. David likes the weirdest, most out there flavors sometimes. “Mmm brownie or strawberry cheesecake?” She murmurs, tilting her head. “Strawberry sounds good. And it has fruit in it, so we can both lie about it having nutritional value!” She leans down, grabbing the top of it. As she comes back up, wetness begins to dribble down her right leg. 

Mack pauses. 

She focuses in on her body, then realizes exactly what that liquid is.

“Oh fuck.” She squeaks. She drops the pint of ice cream, then puts both hands on her belly. “Buddy…” She trails off. 

It’s David. Leave a message or I’m not calling you back.

Mack rolls her eyes at his voicemail and hangs up, incredibly more stressed than she was this morning when this happened. She immediately dials his number again. From her perch in the kitchen, she faintly hears a buzz. She pauses, tilting her ear towards the living room to listen better. The sound cuts off when his voicemail plays again.

“Oh you have to be kidding me.” She sighs. She presses his name again, then watches between two couch cushions light up. “What the hell, David.”

Mack puts her hands on her lower back, rubbing vertically up and down the muscles. She closes her eyes as she begins to pace, trying to stay calm as she feels some tightness happening in her back and abdomen. She remembers the coaching from the doctor’s that first time mothers tend to be in labor for awhile. She figures she has time, so there is no need to try to find her husband. She can wait until he returns.

Time is not on her side tonight.

Mack starts to experience intense pain in her abdomen while she is cleaning herself up. She grips the counter in the bathroom, moaning out in pain as another contraction takes over her. These are fast, much faster than she was expecting. She feels her abdomen release it’s tension, then stands back up to her full height. She meets her eyes in the mirror, seeing the intensity of what she is experiencing there. This must be active labor. Is it possible for her to be at this stage already?

With immense struggle, she finishes getting clean clothes on, including her roomiest pajama shorts. From their bedroom, Mack looks across the first few fields to the other house on the property. She can see a single light on in Felix and Lorena’s kitchen. She grabs her phone and the keys to the Gator, then makes her way there as fast as she can. Being alone seems like a terrible idea right now.

After parking, she stands up, then immediately bends over, moaning at the horrible pain rocketing through her. 

“Holy fuck. Why does my ass hurt so bad?!” She screeches in Swiss German. Her knuckles go white around the metal pole of the Gator. Lorena notices from where she is washing dishes at the sink. The front door flies open and she rushes down.

“Are you in labor!?” She exclaims. “Where is David?”

“He went to help Bob and- uhhhhhhh.” Mack squats down on instinct. She breathes out the way she learned in the brief Youtube video she watched, then opens her eyes into tiny slits to look at the other woman. “He doesn’t have his phone.”

“Felix!” Lorena snaps loudly, slapping the dishtowel against her thigh. “Get out here!” Felix rushes to the door, looking concerned at Mack’s state. “Go get David from Bob’s. Fast! She doesn’t have much time.”

Mack looks at Lorena, delirious from pain. She has time… right? It’s just painful. This is how labor is.

Felix takes off in his truck as Lorena puts Mack back in the Gator to get her home. Lorena stays with Mack, holding her hand as the contractions continue full force. Lorena times them and they are closing in on three minutes apart. There is no doubt anymore that Mack is in active labor. She thinks about that long, half hour drive to the hospital and tears fill her eyes. She needs relief but the drugs are a ways away at this point. 

“Ooooooo…” Mack trails off as the pain from the contraction steals the noise right from her throat. Holy shit, this is so painful. She is pretty sure cartoon stars of pain are floating in her vision as she looks across the wall at a picture of her and David laughing at their wedding. “Where the fuck are you, babe!” She howls through the room. Lorena pats her hand assuringly. 

“It won’t be long now. I’m sure Felix found him. They’re on their way.” 

On cue, David storms through the front door, bringing with him the smell of wet dirt and the cooled summer breeze.

“Honey, how we doing?” He calls to her.

“Horrible!” She yells. David walks into the living room, tossing his work gloves to the side and kneeling on one knee between her legs. He rubs the outsides of her thighs, collecting her forehead on his shoulder.

“Can you walk?” He mumbles against her right ear.

“Honestly, I don’t think so.” She cries, tears leaking down onto his shirt. “Everything is so intense- ugh.” The next contraction hits her, more forceful than the last one, somehow. She wildly searches for David’s hand. He threads her fingers into hers. 

“Great job, baby. Keep breathing.” He coos into her ear. He keeps one hand in hers, then uses the other to rub her lower back. Mack focuses on his tight, circular motions, letting his skin on hers keep her grounded through the pain. 

“We gotta go. I need drugs. Like now.” She says after the contraction is done. 

“How long between contractions are you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe like two minutes.”

“Damn. Are you serious? Maybe I should have started with that question.”

“Yeah, I probably should have said that.” She nods rapidly.

“Arms around my neck.” He instructs. Mack does so and then he lifts her into his arms. Mack looks up, seeing Felix and Lorena in the doorway.

“Thank you so much.” She says to them both.

“Good luck you two.” Felix tips his hat to them. “I’ll lock up for you. Just go. Truck is running.” 

“Thanks.” David sighs in relief. The truck’s headlights beam across Mack and David as he carries her to the passenger side. The door is open already, so David can slide her in easily. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Mack hisses, gripping David’s shirt as he tries to work his way out of the cab. He halts, putting his hands on her thigh and shoulder. This time, he doesn’t say anything. When Mack comes out of this contraction, she looks at her husband. “Are we going to make it?” She may be a first time mother, but she can tell the baby’s head is close to crowning. The ring of fire is so severe she can feel vomit pushing at her esophagus. 

“I don’t know.” He says honestly. “But I’m gonna try, honey.” 

Not even five minutes into their drive, Mack already knows the answer to her previous question. The pressure between her legs has her moaning at every dip and bump in the Iowa highway. This isn’t good. Her eyes screw shut again in agony.

“David, he is coming…” She pushes through her gritted teeth. Her finger nails pierce into the palm of his right hand as his thumb rubs at her thigh.

“I know, baby.” He takes his hand back to put both hands on the wheel, pushing down harder on the right pedal.

“No, he is coming. Right NOW.”

David takes his eyes off the road, looking at Mack’s face. It’s flushed and twisted in pain. Her breathing is labored as she shifts uncomfortably in the seat. That Youtube video didn’t have the best suggestions for when you’re raw dogging labor in an old truck at 90 MPH. Listen to your body, Mack can hear that calm, mocking voiceover of the video. Personally, Mack wants to turn that communication all the way the fuck off right now. 

“Okay. Do you want me to keep driving or stop?”

“Um.. ahh!!!” Mack starts to whimper.

David takes his right hand off the wheel again, giving it to her so she can squeeze. Her fingernails pierce through the skin on his knuckles. A gush happens and Mack startles. Something feels different now, she cups her stomach, feeling it slightly squishy. In concern, Mack brings her other hand down, then gasps at David, looking wide-eyed at him. “I can feel his head. Ohmygod, it is partially out.”

David immediately guides the truck off to the shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Mack panics. “We have to keep going!”

“Baby, we need to focus on getting him out now. There isn’t time for us to get there. I gotta make sure you’re both safe.” He dials 911 as he gets out of the truck. Mack watches him, shocked and dumbfounded at what is happening right now. 

“Hi, we need an ambulance on County Road 63 near Anderson Lake Trail. My wife is giving birth.” He pauses, pinching the phone between his shoulder and his head as he opens Mack’s door.

“Turn, honey.” Mack is horrified, yet finds herself trusting David completely as he tilts his head in. He gently peels her shorts and panties down, looking directly at her spread legs. He works them all the way off so she is bare and spread eagle in the country night.

“Oooohhhh my god.” Mack hiccups in disbelief. “What’s happening?” She slaps a hand on her forehead. 

“She is 39 weeks. And, uh yeah, his head is partially out. I can see his hair.” He looks up at Mack with sparkling green eyes. Despite it all, she tearfully grins back at him. Their son has hair! David reaches for the lever on her passenger seat, tilting her back further. 

“Scoot back a bit, hon.” He rubs her calf comfortingly with his thumb. Mack watches him in awe now, how completely calm he is as he puts a hand between her legs, ready to catch their child when he enters the world completely. Tears collapse over her lashes and she hiccups from the fear of it all.

Another hearty contraction forces Mack forward, she bares down as David tosses the phone onto the dash. Her knees come up her body and she puffs her breaths through the contraction. 

“Perfect, Mack. You’re doing perfect.” Her husband encourages her softly. A sob retches from Mack’s chest as she feels the baby progress further. “Head is completely out.” David calls towards the phone as more instructions are murmured by the operator. 

“Ow, ow, ow!!” Mack’s howl sears through the dark night. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” Mack grits down on her teeth, shaking from adrenaline and pain. Tears coat her cheeks as she shakes her head no at David. His face is calm and controlled, even his green eyes as they search her face.

“The only way through this is to get him out now, honey.” David says calmly. Mack wants to ask him if he is as scared shitless as she is, but before she can, she feels the build of another contraction. The next scream gets lost in her esophagus. She slams her head back into the headrest, closing her eyes to try and keep from completely losing it right now. Her baby needs her to get him out. She can’t be scared right now. David is here. He won’t let anything happen to them. He is going to get them through this.

And so is she.

“Okay, guide the baby down and to the side for the shoulders to come out.” The 911 operator coaches David. Mack arches off the seat in pain as the pressure builds excruciatingly fast. Then the next contraction comes and she pushes as hard as she can to end this for all of them.  A roar sounds from her chest that sounds nothing like her. Then the baby hits David’s palms as he hollers excitedly, his hearty “Yes!” filling the dark night.

“He’s out!” Mack opens her arms for the baby and David settles their son’s face into the exposed skin coming through her V-neck. “He is on mama.” David tugs his shirt off, gathering the soft cotton to put on their son.

“Great job, mom! Be careful not to pull anything. Is the baby crying?” The operator asks.

“No.” David says, already rubbing at the baby’s back. He has delivered hundreds of farm animals. He knows there needs to be a noise coming from their baby to deem him okay. He needs to breathe. Mack adds her hand too, rubbing limply at him with her husband until that first cry hits their ears.

“Oh!” She exclaims joyfully. Once the baby is consistently sobbing, David leans into the truck more over Mack’s face to kiss her tenderly. 

“You are a fucking badass, baby!” He kisses her harder then works his way over the tear tracks on both of her cheeks, smearing who knows what on her face too. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” She nods, holding tighter to the baby. David’s eyes drift down to their son and he grins wider.

“Look what our love made, honey.” He whispers as the faint sound of sirens crawls closer. David looks over his right shoulder, seeing the flashing red, white and blue lights. “Hold on.” He murmurs, reaching into the back seat for a blanket. He covers Mack’s still spread legs to give her some modesty until they have to check on her. His big hand drapes over her head, thumb brushing her forehead as she closes her eyes and sighs. “You’re okay, baby. He is too. You’re bleeding some still, but it’s not too much.” David assures her. Fresh tears leak out from her corners. Their son continues to cry in his mama’s arms. Then red and blue lights flood over Mack and David’s faces. She opens her eyes, seeing two paramedics rushing to them.

“How are we doing?” One paramedic asks. David steps aside for them, but opens the back door of the truck to stay close to his wife. He gets in, putting his hands on her shoulders so she knows he is right there with her.

“Um, okay?” Mack laughs, letting them see the baby. He has gotten quiet and curious of his new surroundings. They put a blood pressure cuff around her arm, then put the stethoscope on the baby to hear his heartbeat.

“Baby’s heart sounds good!” The paramedic confirms.”I’m gonna check you, okay?” She moves down between Mack’s legs, assessing the situation. With all the adrenaline pumping through her right now, Mack can’t tell how she is doing. She’s on fire and numb all at the same time.

“We might need a new truck.” Mack says nervously.

“Nah, it’ll come out in the wash.” David assures, kissing the top of her head. 

“Dad, did you deliver?” The other paramedic asks as he checks on Mack’s vitals. 

“Yeah!” David grins excitedly. “I knew all that calf birthing would come in handy one day.” Mack scoffs at him.

“Did you just compare me to a cow?”

“No! You were much nicer than the heifers, honey.” The paramedics chuckle in agreement. 

Mack smiles tiredly.

“Weirdly comforting.”

In another few minutes, they have Mack and the baby strapped onto the stretcher. Mack assures David they are okay and he should drive the truck the rest of the way. He follows behind, using the ambulance as an excuse to rip down these old highways from his childhood. He parks the car fast, then runs to the ambulance where they are unloading Mack. Several nurses and two doctors are waiting for them. They all converge on Mack at once.

“David?” She calls weakly, losing him in the sea of people. 

“I’m right behind you, baby. It’s okay.” She nods, holding their son tighter. 

“Congratulations! What a night for you!” A doctor in a white coat says, holding a clip board. “Did anyone happen to catch a time when baby came into the world?” The doctor asks. “Not that you were busy at all?” David laughs. 

“11:14pm.” Mack swoons, thinking of how incredible he is. Everything felt so rushed and crazy. How did he even think to get the time of birth? Because he is David- calm, cool and collected in the rawness of any moment. She loves that about her husband.

Once Mack is settled into a room, they finish the final steps of delivery. The team checks her over, deciding she will need a few stitches. No one is surprised. Their son came fast and furious and Mack didn’t even quite know it was happening until he was being put in her arms by her husband on the side of the road.

Mack looks down at their son as they work on her. He has been cleaned and diapered, covered by a hospital blanket advertising back is best and a striped hat on his head. David stands next to her, rubbing her scalp gently as a tension headache throbs against her skull. The room is quiet and calm, much different than the last hour. Their son closes his eyes and puckers his little lips, already content in his new world.

“Does baby have a name?” A nurse next to the computer asks from across the room. David looks at Mack, kissing her as they both smile, thinking of the person they are naming their son after, who they hope he takes after too.

“Nico Carlson.” Mack answers. 

“Welcome Nico!” The room cheers excitedly. Mack starts to weep, thinking of her dad back in Switzerland, going about his day having no idea he has a grandson with his name now.

Later, when the lights are dim and everyone has left them alone, David sits in a chair next to Mack’s bed, looking down at their son in his arms. They’ve both already done skin to skin, now it’s time to rest, but David can’t. His gaze lifts from their son, who will go by Nicky, to Mack who is sleeping lightly in her bed. She glows now, even after her hard night. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have her.

The night replays in his head- the storm, Mack’s constant discomfort, how low she kept complaining the baby felt. David should have known. He should have sent Felix to help Bob so he was there to help his wife through labor. Instead, he barely got to hold her hand through any of it like he promised her. David reaches out for her hand, resting by her hip. He is careful of her IV as he threads their fingers together. Mack’s eye lashes flutter open. 

“Is he okay?” She asks.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes.” 

“Then we are all good.” He squeezes her hand.

“You need to get some sleep. You’re going on almost 24 hours being awake.” 

“Nah, I run on minutes.” Mack quietly looks him over, then slides her hips back across the bed.

“Come lay with me.” 

David slides into bed beside her, carefully holding their son in his arms. Mack settles on the other side of David’s chest from their son, looking at his sleeping face. His little lips are split open, with fast breathing pushing in and out of them. 

“How did we live without him before?” Mack murmurs, rubbing her fingers along his swaddled arms.

“I don’t know. Suddenly, he’s all the world revolves around.”

“I can’t stop staring at him. He looks like your twin.”

“Minus those big dimples in his cheeks. Those are mama’s.” Mack chuckles. Yes, but before they were hers, they were his namesake’s. David sighs, pressing his fingers deeper into her back as he kisses her head. “I’m so sorry you had to do so much of yesterday alone. I should have checked for my phone and I didn’t. I let you down.”

“You delivered our baby…” Mack trails off, blinking incredulously. 

“Well, I had to deliver the baby in the truck because we were so late. If I had my phone, or didn’t go to help Bob-"

“We will never know.” Mack says quietly. “And as parents now, we need to let that stuff go. The things we can’t change or the paths we didn’t take, like not being parents. We are here- exactly where we are supposed to be- perfect and healthy.” 

“I knew you were going to be an incredible mama and wife. Thank you, honey, for giving me my entire world.” 

Mack puckers her lips. He leans down to kiss her hard, lovingly, relentlessly. His hand cradles her firmly to his chest, then they both turn back down to stare at their son’s face. 

Nico Carlson has already changed the world.

[kiruamon]

CotL - Sketch dump

Sketch dump and some lore of the Lamb and their silly husbands in my save file. (More sketches after/between the text segments.)

Sooo after getting Barbatos he asked the Lamb to find his lost brother, Tretreon. A while after unlocking the wedding option Barbatos came to the Lamb again. This time asking if the Lamb would consider marrying his brother. So why not? Quest accepted it was. Even though poor Tretreon ended up with the unhappy married trait at first as he hadn't had a say in the whole matter and was set up by his brother for this marriage. Very understandable. Luckily giving him a kiss every day and treating him good changed the trait and he ended up happy in his marriage.<3 Buuut that wasn't the end of it. Cause Barbatos was coming one or two days after the marriage to the Lamb and asking for their/his hand as well! That's how my Lamb ended up being married to the two brothers.

While Tretreon has the poly trait, Barbatos has the jealousy one. But I only catched them fighting one single time, while they would be otherwise really chill with each other. So maybe it had been just an argument between brothers.

Sketches are showing Tretreon (top one with the broken horn thingy) and Barbatos (with the broken tooth) below. Since Barbatos was the cheeky little fellow that set the Lamb up with his brother and himself I decided to give him a more happy go lucky personality. He's a little ray of sunshine and a goober but can be pretty sly as well.<3

Tretreon is the more serious and mature one out of the two. He's a bit sceptic of things and wouldn't probably asked the Lamb for his hand but grew fond of his Leader with time and has grown a big soft spot for them.

They both had been wearing the normal skull necklace and became pretty old until they died.:'( Leaving the Lamb single for a looooong time with no new spouses.

It was only after the defeat of The One Who Waits that the Lamb got married again. This time to Narinder. While I kinda married the grumpy cat ex-god on the spot, I do imagine that headcanon-wise the Lamb would not have done it so fast. That it would take a lot of time for Narinder to settle down in the cult. Learning how to get along with others and the Lamb while slowly growing closer to them. Only as they are opening up to each other, Narinder would learn about Barbatos and Tretreon and what they truely meant to the Lamb. That there were a lot of mixed feelings going on in their fluffly little leader. Loneliness for not having the two around anymore, reluctance over the option if it would be right to revive them. If it would be what the brothers would want or not. The inner struggle between wanting to see them again or if things should stay in the past, untouched. So for a long time Narinder would only stay on the Lamb's side to accompany them and during that time catching some more tender, little feelings.

I imagine he would sometimes visit the graves of Barbatos and Tretreon while the Lamb was out of the camp. Talking to the gravestones to thanks for having been there for the Lamb in the past, how much they had been and were still loved by them or that he would try to be there for the Lamb like they had been to make them happy if he can. Nari is sorting out his own thoughts and feelings with these visits and rumblings.

Welp, let's just say some stuff happens here and there. Smaller little shows of affection that end up for the Lamb and Narinder to grow close enough that the Lamb finally feels like taking a new step forward and accepting that it's okay to find new love. That it doesn't mean that they don't care about the past or their old spouses. So the day comes where they marry their grumpy cat ex-god.

Also some fun facts:

My Narinder ended up being petable and a snorer. So he kinda got the special treatment in having a little house for himself further away from the others. (I call it the snorer tent since I had send previous snorers there already in the past.) Headcanon-wise, I would imagine that the Lamb would let Narinder sleep in their tent instead. And that they would actually like to listen to him snoring during the night. Because it's better then the quiet and they know that there is someone right next to them.)

More time passes.

And even as Narinder feels a bit uneasy about bringing the subject up, he does talk with the Lamb about Barbatos and Tretreon and if they wouldn't want to bring them back.

It's a lot of mixed feelings involved. And angst. Because damn. How would they react to finding out that the Lamb is married again. Would they be upset? Would there be any hard feelings over it?

But after thinking for a long time, the Lamb and Narinder go for it. Bringing the two back to life.

After a tearful reunion, there is a lot to talk about and catching-up to do about everything the two brothers had been missing.

Barbatos is a bit surprised, but on the other hand chill with the situation. Tretreon... is somewhat reluctant and giving the impression as if he was upset. He scowls a lot and has a close eye on the funny three eyes cat his Leader is married too. But it's honestly not that serious and Tretreon doesn't have any hard feelings against Narinder. Tretreon also would be the one approaching Nari to offer him to get along and thanking him for having taken such good care of the Lamb while they hadn't the chance to do so.

It also would be kinda funny if since Narinder always talked to their graves and with being the God of Death Barbatos and Tretreon had been able to hear his voice in the afterlife. They didn't know who he was or what he looked like, but they recognized his voice. Therefore making them more accepting of him and explaining why Tretreon was frowning so much as he had been trying to figure out if the voice he heard was Narinder's.

POV: When your silly husbands are fighting and you had to scold, while it's so hard to keep up a stern face as you just want to hug and kiss them to let them know your not mad.

Also: I only recently have revived Tretreon in game and given him a golden skull necklace. Barbatos will follow soon when the cool down has worn off and then he will get also a golden skull necklace. I am pretty curious to see if shit will go down between the Lamb's three spouses or if they will get along to some degree.:')

Also Barbatos is colored yellow in my save while Tretreon has the orange faced color pallet.

[etherealrin]

Please make me cry more. Rin x More by Keshi ?

thinking about proplayer!rin who isn’t enough for you…

rin plays in arenas, the booming ones with suffocating crowds, a lull of excitement electrifying the atmosphere. as the star player of france’s pxg, itoshi rin is loaded filthy rich. but for all the luxury in the world, all the stardom and trophies he’s racked up, he’s an eternal loser in the game of love. it’s not enough for rin when the crowd goes while after he scores yet another impossible goal, because the only thought occupying his mind is about is you, how he wishes he could have that something called “us.”

no, it’s not really rin’s fault that he has let this void grow between the world and his heart. it started when his shitty sibling left for spain, without much of a “hasta la vista” for rin; sae had simply turned his back and left him in the dust. he thought he might find meaning again in pursuing football, but his brother’s ghost only stared mockingly back at him, a constant reminder that rin could only ever be a shadow of itoshi sae. but he still plays even if it’s never enough for him, he has no choice but to be more than sae now. rin picked up bad habits from his middle school days: painfully sharp tongue, tendency for slight violence, and a knack for getting into fights. and no one ever noticed how rin beat others up, or vice versa, until you showed up. like an angel on earth, you’d press kisses to his cuts and bandages to his wounds. although the worst damage was done to his heartstrings, itoshi rin was no fool: bandaids were no good for heartaches. so why was it that you made his life more tolerable, made him hope that he was something more than a defective tool his brother left behind?

it was selfish of him for him to ask you out, he’s painfully aware. he couldn’t love, he wasn’t capable of reciprocating your adoration, but he wanted it anyway. it wouldn’t be so bad if it were just you two alone in the world.

rin wouldn’t even be staying in school with you for much longer, having been scouted by a man with the name ego jinpachi. but for the entirety that he was away, rin was dying to see you, not that any of his teammates ever found out. he loved you in secret while you loved him like a solemn oath.

it’s not surprising that when he finally was granted a break from the soccer hell called blue lock, you immediately called him wanting to talk. you weren’t getting what you needed, rin’s lukewarm version of love couldn’t be enough. you didn’t really understand that for rin, it was a matter of life or death to play the sport. he wanted to move to france for pxg, you were quick to protest that you wanted more from him, and long distance was the opposite.

when he swears that he “still loves you,” and says “i want us,” you don’t buy it.

and you smell the smoke warning you to run now. so when you end things in search of something more, you don’t see the single glimmering tear roll down the boy’s cheek. you don’t know that he’s at his lowest and about to crash, his play becoming more destructive than ever with pxg. you don’t think about how you leave him in the same manner sae had on that fated snowy night, how you leave him convinced that he’d never be enough for anyone; he couldn’t rely on you to tell him otherwise anymore. “i want us,” he had said, but you yearned for more.

a/n: originally was going to do kaiser with this but rin works too…the amount of sae slander i write is horrendous (i will treat him right one day) ANON I LOVE THE WAY UR MIND WORKS LOL HOPEFULLY THIS IS OKAY?

masterlist.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Kaneki and Ayato sharing a darling?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia, clinginess, stalking, overprotective behavior, sadism, delusional behavior, threats, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Sharing a darling

🔲🌌Well, this is certainly going to be something. Both of those men would already be overwhelming enough by themselves yet together those only amplify the other's obsessive and protective tendencies. That all is before we are even going to mention that those two would not get along at all at the beginning. Sure, they know each other and they have worked together in the past but when it comes to the topic of you there is no way for compromises. Their obsessions just clash as the way they treat you differs too greatly. On the one hand you have Kaneki who is extremely paranoid, overprotective and clingy who just wants to hide you away and ensure that no one can harm a single hair on your head. Opposite of that there is Ayato who is possessive, harsh yet also overprotective. Differently from Kaneki he is not one to coddle and worship but one to demand and to lash out. Ayato would be far too cruel to you in Kaneki's eyes and in Ayato's opinion it's nothing short of pathetic how down bad Kaneki is for you. Kaneki is far too overprotective to let Ayato anywhere near you and Ayato is far too possessive of you to allow Kaneki to have you. Such conflicts end often in violent fights betwee those two.

🔲​🌌​In regards on how you even made acquaintance with both of them I consider it more likely for you to have known Ayato before Kaneki as the way they fall into an obsessive love differs very greatly. Ayato hates humans for he sees his greatest enemy in them. They hold nothing but prejudice and fear for his kind so in return Ayato only holds hatred and anger for them. It is this mindset which he has been surviving on for years that would make it hard for him to start thinking differently of you and especially difficult to even accept his feelings once something seems to fundamentally change in his perception of you. Kaneki is very different as he falls hard and fast once your kindness and consideration has torn down shaky walls he has been trying to build around himself. There is something holding him back though but it differs greatly from what is holding back Ayato. For Kaneki the barrier that he needs to overcome is his own insecurity and his terrible tendency to overthink. He's terrified to be seen as a monster in your eyes as he remembers how he used to think of ghouls back when he was still a human. Yet who would he be to blame you for being afraid of him? He is a monster after all.

🔲​🌌​Kaneki is blinded by infatuation and a rapidly growing paranoia. Signs so obvious that Ayato can't help but notice them. He himself doesn't know what he is supposed to think as he connects the dots. Part of him even wants to reject what he is seeing with his own two eyes right now. Kaneki is a fool but he is strong. Why would the white-haired ghoul fall for a small prey such as you? Yes, he doesn't think of you to be special enough to have another ghoul fall in love with you yet another part of him just doesn't want to aceept that there is now a competition that can't just be simply killed. After all this would only mean that he would have to rip the mask off of his face, look at himself in the mirror and admit what he is truly feeling for you. So he pushes that idea away as good as he can yet it is hard to ignore something that is so painfully obvious. The possessive part of his obsession threatens to burst out and it all explodes when Ayato catches Kaneki stalking you, admittedly because he himself has been doing it. The very moment his red eyes catch sight of white hair, he acts on sheer impulse as he all but attacks Kaneki who reacts just in time, a look of shock on his face.

🔲​🌌​There is this terrible period of time where both of them only heighten the terrible tendencies of the other person. Ayato only grows more possessive and violent and Kaneki in return grows only more paranoid and overprotective as he witnesses how Ayato is hunting you down. Kaneki abducts you to protect you from the clutches of Ayato which results in Ayato going on a rampage as all he sees is red before he tracks you down. It is the most peaceful option if Kaneki isn't with you whenever Ayato finds you as he will only harshly knock you out and take you away, leading to a meltdown from Kaneki's side once he returns and notices that you are gone. If Kaneki is with you when Ayato finds you which is the more likely scenario as he knows that the younger brother of Touka is after you, a fight is always guaranteed to happen as Ayato chooses violence and Kaneki responds accordingly to protect you. It's destructive, bloody and traumatising for you and it isn't unlikely that you get hurt within it all even if Kaneki is trying his all to protect you. The worst is only waiting once you do get hurt as this triggers Kaneki to activate his Kakuja in which case he is easily able to overhwelm Ayato.

🔲​🌌​Those violent conflicts and clashes eventually reach the knowledge of others. Whenever those two fight, chaos is left in their wake and once the CCG becomes aware of it, they start to investigate. The involvement of doves only adds more fuel to the situation as their mission is to find out who the ghouls responsible for all the destruction are and to eliminate them so that they won't endanger the citizens of Tokyo. Kaneki avoids them as long as they do not confront him or threaten to take you away from him, Ayato is much more happy to show them what happens when they think that they can just follow him and it is his showcase of aggression that only ends with more officers of the CCG investigating and chasing after him and Kaneki. It all ultimately leads to one brutal showcase where Kaneki, Ayato and the doves end up fighting against each other. In the middle of all of it is none other than you. It's all too blurry for you. You vaguely recall that one officer tried to rescue you as soon as they noticed that you were human and that Ayato and Kaneki both went after you the moment they noticed before something hit you. Blood, screams of your names and after that only darkness as you collapse.

🔲​🌌​It's unclear who exactly it was that wounded you during the battle. There was too much happening for Ayato and Kaneki to tell if one of them hit you or if it might have been even one of the doves but all of that fades into irrelevance as you fall down, crimson blood quickly staining your clothes and forming a small puddle on the ground. There's this painful silence for a few seconds following after that before the storm hits with all its strength. For once Ayato is actually grateful for Kaneki's outburst as the white-haired man goes berserk, keeping the doves busy as he leaps to you and quickly carries you somewhere else so that no other attack can hit you again. Any more damage would be fatal and as Ayato decides for once to prioritise your human life as he tries to stop the bleeding, Kaneki creates a massacre as he's in that moment nothing more than a mindless creature who attacks every living thing around him. By the time Kaneki snaps out of it, he's standing in a small pond of blood. Neither the sight or the stench matter to him in that moment as he instantly starts panicking when he is unable to spot you at first until he notices Ayato.

🔲​🌌​The unsung hero of this tale is Ayato as he is the one who at the very least manages to keep a grasp on his rationality as Kaneki is a mess the moment he sees just how bad your wound is. Realising that neither Kaneki nor him are equipped to be of any help of you, he spontanously decides that Anteiku is the best shot both of them have at the moment. So he pushes Kaneki harshly away from your body and barks that what you need is help and not someone pathetically bawling his eyes out over you. So both of them head to the shop, taking everyone by surprise when they arrive with your bloody form in Ayato's arms. The decision to bring you here was no mistake though as you are immediately catered to to everyone's best abilities. Questions are only asked once you are out of any immediate danger though most members of Anteiku can already imagine half of the story as Kaneki's and Ayato's strifes has travelled all around their community. Touka is the one who has a serious word with both of them afterwards, pointing out the obvious that both of them must already know. That both of them have to stop. You nearly lost your life after all all because those two can't stop with their conflict.

🔲​🌌​It takes you days to recover somewhat from the blood loss. Days of bleeding through bandages and sheets. Days of pain and an bacterial skin infection which they are luckily able to treat with antibiotics. All whilst you suffer and recover, it is Kaneki who decides eventually to reluctantly leave your side to approach Ayato after a lot of sleepless nights and heavy consideration. It's the first time both of them have actually talked face-to-face without their kagunes out or without any hostile intents. There's nothing but silence from Ayato's side at first as he doesn't even look at the white-haired man but he is listening nevertheless. Your near-death experience marks a change within this situation. Neither Kaneki nor Ayato are able to deny that what happened to you was their fault, especially from Ayato's side this realisation isn't easy to admit yet the weight of the situation is too heavy for him to ignore his guilt. Kaneki could not survive in a world without you and for that sake he is going to work together with Ayato if it has to be done. He knows after all that without Ayato you might not have made it and that is one thing he is going to be grateful for. The offer only stays as long as Ayato stops hurting you.

🔲​🌌​Ayato takes a lot of time to consider the offer made by Kaneki. Truth is that he doesn't want to share, he's too possessive to ever settle contently with sharing you. However, he knows that he can't beat Kaneki by himself and unfortunately he only has himself in this situation. So reluctantly and with the most bitter of aftertastes Ayato agrees through gritted teeth. Everything is far from over though. In fact a new era with problems is just about to begin. This relationship will never be peaceful, fights will often ensue and they are still capable of ending in violence. Kaneki and Ayato have just learned to see it through that you will be kept out of it all. Their obsession types are just not compatible and they will never be which is something that Ayato and Kaneki just accept. A piece of harmony only happens once Ayato finds himself mellowing out around you which means that physical pain is less likely to be used and which additionally means that there are less fights happening as there is nothing to trigger Kaneki's overprotective paranoia. Still it feels like you are in a downgraded version of tug of war with less blood and violence. Both of them can't stand to be around each other for too long.

🔲​🌌​As Ayato isn't clingy and needs time away from you, there is more time that you spend overall with Kaneki which is one of the few things that work fine for Kaneki. Once Ayato demands his share of time with you though, he expects the white leech to actually stay away. To no surprise Kaneki struggles fairly much with that part of the deal as part of him is still terrified that Ayato might hurt you and it is obvious in the way he searches your body for any bitemarks or wounds as soon as he is back. Ironically enough both of them could potentially balance each other out nicely as they are complete opposites when it comes to the way they treat you but they aren't close enough for that to ever happen. Mutual tolerance is the best level that they are ever going to reach. After all Ayato would only get annoyed if he had to watch Kaneki, who is despite everything a very strong ghoul, clinging to you like a puppy whilst Kaneki would probably have sooner or later a meltdown if he were to watch how rude and harsh you tend to be treated by Ayato. So it's best for both if they just try to co-exist without getting in each other's way too much. It's better for you as well.

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Maybe the single life is for me

[lycandrophile]

today, my coworkers’ refusal to see me as a man put one of our patients in a position where they felt unsafe for the third time. i’ve been at this job for less than two months total. i don’t even care about getting misgendered anymore, i just want the people we’re supposed to be taking care of to feel comfortable around me.

i work at a hospital where we have to supervise our patients in a lot of vulnerable situations. there are safeguarding rules in place for certain things that male employees aren’t allowed to be present for when it comes to female patients. and yet, the people training me and telling me what to do have repeatedly put me in situations where i’ve been forced to do things that the female patients aren’t comfortable with me doing. and because they have repeatedly failed to teach me the rules for doing my job as a man, i have no way of knowing when i’m crossing one of those lines unless one of the patients tells me.

i’ve had to watch a victim of SA stare at me in abject terror as my coworkers asked her to strip naked with me still in the room. it took several minutes for her to even be able to speak enough to ask if i could leave the room. i found out after that she broke down crying the moment i walked out. my biggest regret is that i didn’t realize what was happening fast enough to leave before she ever had to say something, because she shouldn’t have had to say it. i never should’ve been allowed in the room in the first place, because that’s not something male employees are supposed to be present for. but i didn’t know that yet, because i was training and i thought surely, they wouldn’t train me to do something that directly violated their own safeguarding rules. that moment was the first time, and it’s haunted me ever since, but it wasn’t the last time. not only did it happen for the third time today — it almost happened for the fourth, and would have if someone hadn’t spoken up to say they should pick someone else. i care for these people so deeply, it’s why i took this job, and i’m so tired of hearing the fear in their voices when they have to ask me not to do something i never should’ve been told to do.

i’m very used to the personal discomfort of being misgendered. i willingly deal with it a lot at work as well as in other situations, not because i’m in the closet (at this point in my medical transition that would be impossible), but because it’s such a frequent occurrence with my coworkers that we would never get anything done if i took the time to correct them every time. but to see it get to the point of causing such visceral discomfort in other people? people i’m supposed to be taking care of and keeping safe? that’s something else entirely, and i’m fucking exhausted.

and after all of that, some of them still look at me like i have two heads when they tell me what to do and i say “i can’t do that, only female employees can” because i’m learning now. clearly i’m already seen as a man by our patients, but my coworkers would still rather put them in an unsafe situation than just train me as a man.